Kareem and Kathy sail home on a small vividly inexpensive yacht. The sea is smooth and so is the morning sky. Kathy in her bikinis and a small wrapper tied over her waist walks up to the front of the boat to meet Kareem who's steering it. She holds a cup of coffee in her right hand.
"Good morning babe," she greets her boyfriend with a kiss on his lips, then walks pass him to the edge of the boat, filling her eyes with it's beauty.
"Morning butter cup," Kareem responds. "How was your sleep?"
"Good," Kathy smiles and takes a sip of her coffee. "You want a substitution on that steering wheel? You've been up all night"
Kareem breathes in suspense. Actually he fell asleep on duty and have now lost cause. His new task was to pretend to be en route, after all the ocean all looks the same. "Hmm."
"What?" Kathy questions casually.
"Nothing."
Kathy veers to him in one turn, "You know babe I've been thinking bout that werewolf symbol all yesterday..."
"It looks like something fishy is going on behind our backs," Kareem interrupts.
"Yeah. Like the werewolves, something else might be hiding out there," Kathy suspects.
She picks a marker from the side of the boat and draws out a circle with a triangle in it. "This is the humans' The symbol of fire in a ritual circle."
She draws out another circle and a upside down triangle in it. "This is ours, humans again. The symbol of water in a ritual circle."
She pauses for a second in complete silence. "Hey babe, do you ever wonder why we're different from everyone?"
"Not anymore," as Kareem sights the change of mood on Kathy's face he continues, "We grew up on an island and have always been around water. I guess we're just unique," Kareem spurs her.
"But we can't do fire," Kathy reminds.
"And no one else can do water, not even our parents," Kareem points out. "That's why we're wanted by the government. Don't ever let no one intimidate you, butter cake."
Kathy smiles, "Babe?" She calls out softly.
"Yeah," Kareem responds.
"I love you."
"Me too butter nut, me too," Kareem avows.
"Say it," Kathy is back in her troublesome mode.
At first Kareem is confused, but then he remembers her rule, "I love you."
"Nope, I said that first," Kathy remonstrates.
"Alright what do you want me to say," Kareem brain goes void.
"I don't know, you're smart," Kathy folds her hands and watches him closely, in her head 'It's about to get down.
"Umm" Kareem cerebrates for a second. "I love you too, babe, even more. I don't know what you want me to say."
"Now that's it," Kathy's suddenly impressed. "That's my sugar," she runs over and kisses him on the cheek in excitement. "Okay, back to my theory," she walks back to he formal spot.
She draws a third circle with an upside down triangle in it, and a small dash at it's vertex. "Now that's the werewolves' symbol. I think it's the voodoo symbol for the earth element, don't you think?"
"It must be it. Plus," Kareem puts his palm up and stares at it in confusion. "They manipulated the walls, the ground, and everything that was made of earth."
"Yeah. So the werewolves are masters of the earth element. Wow." Kathy's in awe.
"They must have been here for centuries," Kareem thinks to himself. "And we didn't notice them."
"We need to get back on that murder investigation," Kathy suggests.
"The one the government told us to stay away from? No no no my butter cake, I ain't letting you do that."
"You're not, I'm making you do it," Kathy charges to Kareem, jumps on his back and tickles him nonstop.
"Alright, alright," Kareem gives up.
She drops down from his back in a falling motion and lands in his hands. She laughs, but he just stares into her eyes, they're beautiful.
"You know what?"
"What?" Kathy asks out of curiosity.
"If you blow my dick so good I might just agree with you," Kareem tells his terms. "Deal?"
Kathy doesn't have time to talk, she rushes for his lips, sucking on them passionately and vigorously. The breeze blows her hair backwards making the feeling much more enjoyable.
The kiss is gaining on duration, the physical contact is drastically increasing, it's slowly evolving pass a kiss. Their tongues roam each others mouths like a monster's, when searching a small cave with the tongue. Even the ocean might be horny of jealousy as it starts giving off soft waves, bouncing the boat lightly.
Kareem's hand slowly crawls to her tits as he puts her down on the boat, and ducks down on her. The kissing intensifies. He goes down on his knees in salute as his hand drill into her bra and rubs on her large melons.
Kathy begins to moan faintly as the chills hit her. The kissing switches style, they land one kiss per second. After a while Kareem makes her lie down flat on the boat, then goes down on her with his lips, kissing on every part of her body while his hand undo her bra and throw it off.
It seems Kareem is a body mechanic. He goes all the way down to her thighs and gives her pussy a kiss on it's very forehead. By now it's already swollen, making a vivid mark on her bikini panties. Kareem pulls them down slowly with his eyes fixed on hers. She smiles with her lips curled.
Not today, Kareem ain't smiling back. He puts two fingers through her pussy, the starting force makes her exhale audible, with her eyeballs rolling up. His fingers starts moving around in her pussy like search parties, going back and forth in her vagina in slow but frictious motion.
At last Kareem cracks a smile with his teeth out, an employee who loves his work indeed. He bents down and puts his tongue on her clit simultaneously, mimicking a dog.
Kathy's mind is out of this world, to an observer's eye she's having a revelation of heaven. Her eyeballs roll up as she exhales faintly, enjoying every bit of the fingering and licking combo.
The pussy is set for the harvest, Kareem pulls down his pants and slides his huge cock in slowly. He was one of those white dude's who came in huge sizes.
"Uuuh," Kathy moans welcoming the cock in.
He pulls her closer by the ass and raises one of her legs over his shoulder. Have you ever seen a power machine in action? Yes? Welcome to Kareem's world. He pounds with speed and delicacy.
By now Kathy's moaning loudly and proudly, with her eyeballs rolled up and almost crawling into her eyelashes. Even the ocean waves starts hitting harder. If you've never seen the ocean masturbate, this might be it.
Some inches afar off is a fishing vessel coming towards them, only the fishermen have AK-47 and kufiyas tied on their head. They're Arabic.
...
On the other hand, Jackson sits on a table at the center of an apartment with his crew of five. Jennifer gives him comfort with her hands wrapped around his back and her jaw on his shoulders soothing his muscles.
"So what do we do now?" Bravo breaks the silence with a crucial question.
Jackson lets some seconds go by as he scouts for an answer, "I don't know, but we'd find out soon enough."
"But dawg, why'd you save Jake. His purely against us," Rambo asks.
"Cause his my brother," Jackson gives a brief and quick answer in a vexatious tone.
"What? I never knew you had a brother," Jennifer is stunned, as is everyone else.
"We all didn't know you had a brother," Bravo walks up close to him in amazement.
"Yeah. I didn't know either, until that day," Jackson tells coldly. "When I grabbed his hand..." He tears out his short sleeve and shows them his tattoo. It's the same with Jake's; the stamp of a gallant bull.
"It's a family tattoo. The Maguire's family tattoo. Too bad it didn't last for long," Jackson tells sadly. "I thought I was the only one who survived."
"Chill dawg, any idiot can get any tattoo nowadays," Bravo tries to lighten the mood.
Jackson jumps out his seat towards Bravo like a wolf on a hunt, "He's my brother!"
His angry eyes reflects into Bravo's. Bravo remains quiet though Jackson is in his space.
"I stamped that tattoo on his arm myself," a smile creeps out Jackson's frigid face as he recalls his childhood. "It was a rainy day. My parents were happy, they've begotten another baby into the Maguire's family tree. My dad did me the first born honor of stamping the tattoo unto his arm myself. But I was 8, I wasn't really good at it. I messed up the ink but the tattoo still showed."
He puts both of his palms on the two sides of Bravo's face, "He's my brother." He pats Bravo's face and walks back to his desk to take a sit. His eyes widen like he's seen a ghost. "I thought I was the last of my bloodline. But he survived. I'm not alone. I have a blood brother."
"So what's up OG, what do we do now?" Bravo probes for solutions.
"We have to get him back on our side. The outlaw side," Jackson tells.
"How?" Bravo questions.
"He has my blood in him. It'd be in his nature to be above the law. We only need to arouse it," Jackson assures them.
Bravo continues to question, "How?"
"We need to get to Lord Robert, his foster dad. And get him tell us how and where he found him," Jackson stands up his feet. "To see Lord Robert, we'd need to get rich."
"How?" Bravo questions again.
Jackson smiles at Bravo and walks up to the window. "The drug cartels, we know all their locations. Besides, this is fiction America, we can own a big company in the blink of an eye. Got other ideas?"